Lyrics Frostbite Year - Wrongchilde

Baby it's cold outside
And I'm just lying here
I'll feel the light inside your faith just like a broken chandelier
Filling my lungs with wine
Trying to smile sincere
Wrap my arms around your pile of clothes and pray you'll reappear
How can I get out of the bed
When our last sitting here was all the things that I never said to you
How can I get out of the bed
When our last sitting here was all the things that I never gave to you
Bring on the frostbite
Feel the frostbite
The moths will disappear,
'Cause this will be my frostbite year
I remember vividly
When we we're thick as thieves
Now I just hope you're loved as much by who's replacing me
Rather pull all my teeth
Rather have some weird disease
Rather lose both my arms to get you sleeping next to me
How can I get out of the bed
When our last sitting here is all the things that I never said to you
How can I get out of the bed
When our last sitting here is all the things that I never gave to you
Bring on the frostbite
Feel the frostbite
The moths will disappear,
'Cause this will be my frostbite year